Danny Jacobs is growing impatient, still waiting at the gorilla position sitting down with a cola in hand and a bag of crisps, furiously drinking and eating. He sees superstar after superstar receive an award, yet he seems to be completely forgotten.
''What. The. Fuck.''
Danny Jacobs stands up and confronts a producer who's watching the award ceremony on a small monitor.
''Hey, uh, what the fuck is this? The last awards are announced, huh? HUH?! Where's my Hall of Fame induction?!''
''Uhm, there's no Hall of Fa-''
''LISTEN UP! You better induct me as soon as possible! I have an IWT Championship match to get ready for next month! I'm not one to play your little mind games, capiche?''
''I can't do anything...''
''Well, that's clear as day, isn't it? This company has gone down the shithole when I left! Get me a fucking beer...''
Instead of waiting to get given a beer, he takes both beers from the trainers that are talking to eachother backstage and drinks them in one go with an irritated look on his face as the screen slowly transfers back to the action on the stage...
''What. The. Fuck.''
Danny Jacobs stands up and confronts a producer who's watching the award ceremony on a small monitor.
''Hey, uh, what the fuck is this? The last awards are announced, huh? HUH?! Where's my Hall of Fame induction?!''
''Uhm, there's no Hall of Fa-''
''LISTEN UP! You better induct me as soon as possible! I have an IWT Championship match to get ready for next month! I'm not one to play your little mind games, capiche?''
''I can't do anything...''
''Well, that's clear as day, isn't it? This company has gone down the shithole when I left! Get me a fucking beer...''
Instead of waiting to get given a beer, he takes both beers from the trainers that are talking to eachother backstage and drinks them in one go with an irritated look on his face as the screen slowly transfers back to the action on the stage...